Saturday, March 22, 2014
Organized vs. disorganized eating
Yesterday was a disorganized eating day. I had a plan to go to work, have lunch with colleagues, leave a little early, stop at the grocery store, go for a run, and take my care to the mechanic, then go home to dinner with my husband, who was going to cook for me.
Instead, I took a coworker to the emergency room, grabbed a quick chicken salad on the way out for lunch, was still hungry so I got some crackers out of the vending machine, waited for three hours until my friend was released, still had to take the car to the mechanic, and came home to see my husband just starting dinner.
I was cranky, headachy, felt frustrated that I missed my workout, and frustrated that dinner wasn't ready. If I had been able to eat meals and snacks on time, I wouldn't have been nearly so upset to find no dinner at home.
I was glad, of course, that I had taken the coworker to the emergency room, because it was the right thing to do, but I was unhappy that I felt so lousy, missed a beautiful day for a run, and had a dumb, unnecessary fight with my husband about the fact that he always seems to add a half an hour to my arrival time even when I am being totally accurate about when I'd be home.
I couldn't seem to feel satisfied with dinner and even my usual standby I-need-volume snack of air-popped popcorn didn't help. I felt pretty bad all night.
I just ordered a bunch of Quest bars to keep in my desk and in my car for emergency snacking. They have 20 grams of protein, lots of fiber, and are low in sugar, and better yet, they don't have that usual gritty, chalky protein-bar flavor. Real food is better, but these are good in a pinch.
"Count your calories, work out when you can, and try to be good to yourself. All the rest is bulls**t." -- Jillian Michaels at BlogHer '07